hauntedmoony
Competition is hardwired into my brain, like all human. However, I can't win anything. I just can't put the effort and don't have the natural talent to pull it off. So instead I'm just gonna sleep in this dumpster.
In the sky, there were no stars left. Only things that we could tell about stars were written in old mathematical formulas, and no one can decipher them these days.
Formulas are math stuff. I don't understand them, really. I don't know how to write, oh god what is this. Just for a poem or another sad off-key song to sing //